t shirt pattern


{synopsis} a game of 20 questions leads to something much more scandalous 

{warnings} cursing, praise kink, hair pulling, name calling (positive only), some biting/marking, highkey dom!reader, highkey sub!bucky, cursing, slow love making, thigh riding, dirty talk, filthy porn basically, some angst if you squint, unprotected sex

{pairing} bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 3663

   Bucky Barnes was something. From his thick thighs to his crystal blue eyes, that boy gave you countless reasons to stick your hands down your panties at night. You and him had been friends for a while, and you didn’t want to ruin anything because of your little crush. But at the same time, you did. It seemed worth it; completely abolishing the friendship you had kindled just for one night with the soldier in your bed. You wanted to ravish him; completely ruin him as his baby blues and flushed cheeks and plump lips looked up at you, begging for more. So, you decided to act on your desires.

   You and the man in question sat on a couch in the living quarter’s common room, watching a recently released horror movie. You sat in tight, black boy shorts and a large flannel, Bucky in his usual dark jeans and white t-shirt. You traced patterns on your thighs as your eyes scanned his body, taking in every detail. His broad shoulders looked irresistible underneath his tight shirt, his biceps and forearms sinfully muscular. You wondered how easily they could pin you against a wall. You slowly sucked your bottom lip in your teeth as you eyed his thighs; the thick limbs made you hornier than nothing else. His attention was on the screen, though his hands were up to something else. His left, the bionic one closest to you, was rubbing the couch cushion. The metal digits glared in the light of the television, but you saw how his pointer and middle finger rubbed small circles in the plush surface, the light amount of pressure he was adding causing the cushion to sink in just a bit in the trail of his fingers. You mentally growled, scowling at his oblivious face. Maybe your staring hadn’t been as secretive as you had hoped. But, you knew the game he was playing, you weren’t stupid.

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What If?

Title: What If?
Summary: You indulge yourself in a harmless passion, following a train of thought, but when Mikey catches a glimpse it may not be so harmless after all.
Author: Velcr0Kitty
Characters: Mikey (2016) x Reader
Word Count: 1846
Warnings: Angst, fluff, body image… issues? I guess?
Author’s Notes: Welcome to my first fic, I’m so sorry. I seriously didn’t expect it to become so sad my original idea was so happy ;-;

You drift to the bottom of the sketchbook and scrawl a title of sorts.

What If - Mikey

Under it, you put your signature. It’s hard to deny your feelings for the charismatic turtle, but with that whole “different species” issue complicating things you doubted the feelings would ever be mutual. That hasn’t stopped your daydreams yet.

You never imagined you’d be in a situation where you even could think that. Once upon a time you could only imagine yourself with your beloved art degree in a pleasant flat somewhere other than NYC. You would be a master of your passion and your passion, a career. Before you got your chance, however, your best friend fell very ill. You spent your time with her, being supportive. This was the snowball that became the avalanche.

Your friend was released after a few weeks. Then in succession, like a machine gun of shit, your mother died in a car accident, you were hostage in a bank robbery, your new apartment building out of town exploded (You didn’t honestly believe the landlord at first). Three foot clan attacks and a load more bull-shit later, you were broke, homeless, family-less and living, quite literally, under a rock (a storm a few months prior had upturned it in central park.) That’s where the turtles found you. Dirty, starving, and huddled up under a blanket some random do-gooder’s gave you. Though you suspect it was mostly Donnie’s doing, for whatever reason, they took you in and welcomed you into their home.

That was three years ago. Over those three wonderful years, they nursed you back to health, welcomed you, and loved you as one of their own. It didn’t take long for feelings to develop for the youngest. You spent day in and day out with all of the brothers, of course, but most of your time was with Mikey. Donnie always patched you up and made sure you were okay, but Mikey sat with you and made sure you were okay. He quickly became your best friend.

He comforted you, stayed up with you when you couldn’t sleep, you two have more inside jokes than you’d care to count. The only thing you don’t know about him is how much the guys have been hounding him for months, just small remarks during training or while on patrol, to get him to “just turtle up!” and ask you out or something.

For some reason, you kept your art from them. As close as y'all were, having even one thing to yourself can do wonders for your sanity. Sometimes, while the boys trained or for the hours Splinter had them in the Ha'Shi, you snuck out to buy supplies. Nothing too big, just sketchbooks and pencils that you stashed under your bed when not in use.

You often drew the brothers, for good reason. They had both ridiculously interesting lines and unique shapes, as well as always being around. Plus you had found a few well-hidden hidey holes to draw from if you wanted a live reference.

It’s only natural when crushing on a giant talking turtle to, even just once, imagine what he’d look like as a human, right?

Today, you ran with that thought. So, as you finish the drawing, you scan the page for any last minute fixes. You run your fingers over the sketch, being careful to not smudge. You feel the bumps and ridges of your pencil marks travel underneath you like a road map. As you move over his face, your hand reveals his brilliant and goofy grin, but you can almost see the way his blue eyes light up and glint with mischief when he laughs, the way the green of his cheeks shimmer in the light with his constant smiles and grins. You soften and fall into a lazy smile.

Your hand continues over his torso, your mind wandering to the endless amazing hugs, his muscular arms, his surprisingly comfortable plastron. Hesitantly, you move left, over a man. Lean, but built, muscle hidden under a wildly patterned t-shirt. His mid-length blond messy hair falls into his eyes, but the mischief and brilliant smile remain. He stands with his arms crossed. His pose screams youth, confidence and energy. Your eyes flick back and forth between the drawings. You are nowhere near as familiar with this man, but your curiosity is sated.

The sounds of training float from the dojo as you come back to reality. Heavy grunts and dull thuds tell you how far into training they are and, not realizing how late it really is, decide it will be some time until they’re done. You abandon your art supplies on your bed for the makeshift shower down the hall that Don whipped up last year.

When you emerge toasty and clean in your favorite PJ’s, you waddle towards your room and revel in the silence. You’re nearly winded when just how silent it was hit you like a freight train and you took off for your room. Mere footsteps away from the right corner and a soft hiccup of a sob makes you freeze, your heart dropping. You stop, inches from the door. You know what’s coming. Something in you tells you to run. What’s around this corner? You know it will break you. You can leave. You don’t have to see those baby blues hating you. Thinking you’ve betrayed him.

You run a hand through your hair. Ruined.

You wring your hands. He hates you.

You take a step into the room, almost trembling. Looking everywhere but where you need to. His eyes are burning into you. Your room is dull. Face this. You could have run, but you didn’t. So, FACE. THIS.

When you make eye contact, you couldn’t and will never be able to accurately describe the sheer betrayal in his eyes. He’s gripping your sketchbook, the drawing. His eyes are red, his mouth agape. He opens and closes it a few times, searching for words.


“You know, we were almost human once?” You drop your controller and shift on the couch to look at him better. Disbelief paints your face.

“No kidding?”


“… What,” his voice breaks, as does his eye contact, which drops to the paper in his hand. “Y/N, what is this?”


“Seriously, Angelcakes. It’s crazy, Donnie had this ooze that we got from…” As he tells you his story you can see how important it was to him to find some normalcy. He wasn’t cracking jokes, he was barely moving. Just talking. This became the most personal and serious night you two had ever shared. He spoke of growing up with ninja turtles. You, of school, of bullies, of humans. You shared worlds.


You couldn’t find the words. You knew you had hurt him. Badly. It was just a drawing and a thought to you, but to him… to him it meant you didn’t like him for him. Maybe even not at all.


You swapped so much about each other that night, not just talking but learning. He finally opened up wholly when he wouldn’t look at you.

“I wish…” His hands suddenly become very interesting. “I wish I was human, you know? It would just be…” he searches for the word. The word he finds will break him. As he says it, he will cry through his half-hearted smile. You will hold him until you both fall asleep, cradling him to your chest, TV still on.

He looks up with pain and resolve.

“… Easier.”


Y/N!” Mikey slams your sketchbook against the wall searching your eyes for an explanation. For the first time you’d ever heard, your best friend raised his voice. He was pissed.


The next morning he woke up embarrassed. He remembered your sweet coo’s and soft-spoken words of comfort from the night before as he took down a wall he never knew he had, for you. He never realized how much he wanted to give you the life you deserve, and just how much he couldn’t actually give you. A certain melancholy took him. He felt so bad as you talked about your life. As far as he knew no one in his family knew anything about you from before they found you, just that you had suffered a great deal and had no one left, but last night? He hadn’t thought about how much had to have happened for you to end up that way. For a moment, you had both bared yourselves, completely.

As these thoughts ran through him, the grogginess of waking up left him. He watched your eyes move behind your eyelids, your mouth open slightly as you breathed through your dreams. He pushes himself up so his full weight isn’t on you and with the loss of heat, you stir. Your sleepy eyes captivate him and he feels like he’s really seeing you. You have no idea. “Morning,” you quietly utter, not wanting to break the peace. Running a hand down your face, you sit upwards slightly. Noticing the vibe rolling off your normally talkative terrapin you sober up and give him a questioning look.

He hovers over you effortlessly, arms holding him up on either side of your hips. He has yet to move his gaze away from you, drinking in your features like a dying man. The only thing he can think of is kissing you until you melt, of running his hands down your waist. Steamy images fog his vision as he disappears in the thought of you. All you see is his expression softening until he closes his eyes with a small sigh.

“Um… Mikey, you good?” This snaps him out of his trance. He’s blushing and burning up but, lucky for him, you don’t notice a thing. He coughs.

“Uh, yeah babe,” the nickname that had been used countless times felt heavy on his tongue, “I’m fine, just uh… tired. Do you mind if I…?” He slowly lowers himself back onto your midsection, eyes asking permission.

“Oh yeah sure,” you stammer, concerned. “Go for it.” He snuggles into you further, wrapping himself around your stomach and breathing in your smell, suddenly feeling like a brand new person.


When you don’t say anything for a few seconds he storms off, taking your sketchbook with him. You yell a helpless ‘No!’ after him. The room swarms around you and you feel like the floor left without you. The air leaves your lungs and you land on your knees. Soft, wary footsteps pad into your room and pair with your light sobs. Leo reaches down and wraps you up in his arms rubbing your back, speaking calming words, soothing you.

You can faintly hear Raph yelling after Mikey but as your own sobs wrack your body you lose all concentration on them and instead melt into Leo. He picks you up, carries you to your bed and lays you down. He hesitates, wanting to ask about what just happened but not wanting to push your already fragile state.


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i am finally doing that meet the artist thing i was tagged to do ages ago lol

Using a T-shirt to Make Patterns

Using a standard unisex T-shirt that is about one-two sized larger than your size can be used as a base for another way to drape darts or move the excess fabric into different styles. This is a method that can be done using a model form or on your own body!! (I do recommend if you are wearing the t-shirt to have the undergarment on that you will be wearing with the cosplay.) Helps to get a more accurate fit! First I will start by showing how to make standard double-ended darts using a T-shirt. Using this same technique you can make many types of darts.


Standard unisex shirt in a size one-two sizes larger, sewing pins/safety pins, marker/tailors chalk, large piece of paper, scissors, pencil, ruler

^ 1. You want to work both sides at the same time. taking in a little on each side as you go. Don’t make it too tight, the excess fabric around the waist will be used to make darts (or seams).

^ 2. Taking the excess fabric, pinch equally at the placement of your darts/seams.

^ 3. Front darts are meant to tighten the excess fabric, there are many ways to utilize them.  They end about 1/4”- 1/2” down from the bust point (unless you want Madonna points). Darts leading down past the waist end at the hip, typically about 3”-4” past the waistline.

^ 4. Repeat process for back. Back darts work similar to front, top ends point to the largest part of the chest, and the bottom ends are about 3-4” from the waist

^ 5. Once all pins are in place, use tailors chalk or a marker to draw over the newly made sections, marking each side of the darts, and at each side of your new side seams.  Make notes for all markers like waist line along the sides and at each side of your dart, bust point, ends of darts top and bottom.

^ 6. While wearing the t-shirt, draw your neckline and armholes.  Be sure to mark for matching up front and back at shoulder seams and at the side seams.

^ 7. Now you are ready to transfer to paper! Carefully take the garment off, trying to keep all pins attached, it is okay if you lose some in the process. I like to go through and re mark on front and back with a sharpie the: bust point, dart points, waist at front and back sides as well as at each side of your dart, where the front and back pieces at the shoulder and under the arm. You only need half of the front and half of the back to complete the pattern.

Now you are ready to remove the pins, SEE second picture. Once pins have been removed, make a long line down the center front and center back. Label which side is front and which is back.

^ 8. Cut the shirt apart at the side seams following the lines you drew, and at the shoulders along the t-shirt’s seam line. Trace around the pieces, transfer all your marks and notes. After you have the outer edges, transfer the four dart points you marked: top, bottom, and at the waist on each side of the excess of the fabric. This will create your dart.

^ 9. Create your sewing guide lines, connecting the four points of the dart.  This will make a diamond shape.

^ 10. Finishing touches!!  Add seam allowance to all of your edges.  For this example, the front is on a fold a center front, which doesn’t need any seam allowance.  Back will have a zipper, which needs a larger amount of seam allowance. I highly suggest making a mock up with your new pattern pieces to test fit for any adjustments.

Whoo!!  This turned out longer than I thought it would, hope it makes sense and helps out. Happy Patterning and Sewing!!!


Anon; Can you do one where it’s best friends who are in love with each other but are oblivious to the other’s feelings? Borderline smut? (No actual sex But making out, ya feel?) I love your blog 😍😍


He rummaged through his locker, throwing books in and out of it as his thoughts wandered towards you. He smiled to himself as he remembered that day you made him go shopping with you and he sat there watching you dance around in dozens of dresses. It wasn’t even for a special occasion, you just wanted to do it and H/N would do anything to make you happy.

He snapped out of his trance when he heard the voice of his best friend. He turned around to see her beautifully curled hair flowing around the sides of her face and a very devious smirk across the lips he’s always dreamed of kissing.

“What?” He chuckled, seeming a little worried because of the smirk across your face. You remembered the deal H/N had made you if you passed your Science exam: he’d watch all 8 Harry Potter movies with you in a row even though he hated them. And lucky for you, you had passed.

You grabbed the paper and unfolded it, “Harry. Potter. Tonight.” You smiled in delight as he saw the passing grade on the paper and sighed.

“Is it bad that I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t pass?” He laughed, pulling you into a congratulating hug. Your stomach fluttered at the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You quickly separated from him before you had any more thoughts about your feelings for him. Besides it’s not like he felt the same right?

“See you tonight.” You smiled before walking away.

Time Skip

The night had consisted of the two of you watching 2 and a half Harry Potter movies because someone (H/N) fell asleep, and eating ice cream and cookies while cuddled up on your bed.

The thunder roared outside your bedroom window as the heavy rain pelted against it like rocks. You flipped sides in frustration as the rain kept you from falling asleep and looked over at H/N. Of course he was deep asleep, the thunder not even making a sound out of him. As you closed your eyes a loud boom sounded throughout the entire room. You awoke scared out of your mind as you took a deep breath, looking around the room and realizing it was the thunder. 

“Hey. It’s just the thunder Y/N, come here.” H/N had woken up not from the thunder but because he heard you wake up. He scooted back and opened his arms to hold you so you could calm down. He wrapped you in a warm swaddle of his chest and arms and you allowed your body to melt into his.

“There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m here.” His voice was raspy as he nuzzled into your neck and whispered. You smiled in appreciation and let out a small hum.

“I know. The only thing your not there for though, is to watch all 8 Harry Potter movies with me!” You turned around to face him, a playful pout on your face.

That is not important right now. What’s important is that we go to sleep because I’m tired.” He smirked knowing you’d confront him about not finishing the movies sooner or later.

“It is too important because you not experiencing the magic of Harry Potter with me will seriously ruin our friendship.” You looked at him, the bit of moonlight shining through allowing you to see a new fierce look in his eyes. You bit your lip to stop yourself from thinking about him in any way but as your best friend.

“There’s other ways to ruin our friendship.” His voice was dark as you looked at him in anticipation of what he’d do.

“Like?…” Your voiced trailed off as his hand squeezed your hip and he leaned in agonizingly slow as if you’d run off. You closed your eyes as you waited for what was to happen and your stomach twisted in knots from the many thoughts crossing your mind. His breath swept your skin and then suddenly your lips before you felt them on yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back and melt into it as his body moved on top of you.

You run your fingers through his hair and tug lightly when his hand slips under your t-shirt and starts tracing patterns across your stomach. He lets out a quiet moan from your action causing him to bite your lip and you smile into the kiss.

“Someone’s getting cocky,” He whispers, breaking away, and moves down your neck sucking along it until he hears you gasp when he finds your sweet spot. 

“Guess that makes us even.” You breathe out. Your legs are intertwined in each others and your bodies are pressed so close you can feel the bulge in his boxers. His mouth peppers wet hot kisses back along your jaw to your mouth leaving you unable to make any sound but a groan. When he gets to your lips he begins to kiss you more delicately than before and then slowly breaks away.

“I love you. No. I’m in love with you Y/N.” The sound of the words you’ve always wanted to hear from him makes your stomach drop. You’d been in love with him since the day you met him in first grade and now you knew he felt the same about you. 

You grinned as you felt your cheeks turn pink. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.” When he heard your words a huge smile spread across his face and he placed a soft kiss on your lips before laying next to you. 

The thunderstorm had been forgotten about with all that had happened so when the roaring claps of thunder were heard, you snuggled into H/N’s chest and he nuzzled his face into your neck.

I’m a little shit for taking so long I’m sorry

anonymous asked:

I headcanon super hard that Modern AU Eponine had a super hard Tim Burton stage in her early teen, when Tim Burton was Cool™, and bc she hadn't had the Big Family Fallout yet, she got loads of dark-purple and cute-skull-pattern t-shirts and soft goth accesories and a corset or two. And she grew out of it, but shortly after life Happened, and money was extremely tight for her and her siblings. So she has all this 2005 teenage stuff that she's trying to pull off as a young adult woman (1/?)

And jehan tried to help, but he has a fashion sense all of he’s own. He provided lots of confort in the form of original compliments, but he’s not really great in the “i need something to wear to work” departament. Musichetta, mom friend that she is, enlists her bfs to raid thrift shops in search of sensible jumpers, and Combeferre gently spurs the group to get her some nice clothes for her bday, but there’s only so much ‘ponine can take wihout feeling like it’s charity

Marius never actually noticed this was a problem for Eponine, because she never actually talks about it, until one day, after an extremely long day at work, she got teary-eyed over a hand-bag. The next day the handbag was waiting for her on her usual table at the Musain, complete with a post-it note with a smiley face on ti (a smiley face with a nose bc marius is an absolute dork.

But it’s Bahorel who one day decides to skip all of his classes (like he needed an excuse) to put an end to this nonesense. He organizes her closet, he prepares work and party and lounging-at-home outfits, so that she doesn’t have to think in the morning when she’s tired and short on time to take Gavroche to school. He throws away what’s unwearable, mends and marches what’s usable, and spends hours onlne to find the cheapest possible options of what’s missing.

And when 'ponine gets home from work she has a functional wardrobe, one less problem, and a couple of beers missing from her fridge :)

This is beautiful oh my lord <3

shlach  asked:

14 and 15 or just 15 please

14. Take. It. Off.

It is no secret that Harry has a unique style. He always chooses his clothes with humour and sometimes he doesn’t put too much thought into what he will purchase next. The weirdest thing though, is the fact that he can pull off literally anything; from a ripped t-shirt to a patterned suit. And it drives you nuts. Whenever there are new pictures of an appearance of him, you are at a loss for words.

Your favourite piece of clothing on him though is that pink, silk button down shirt that he wore at the shooting of the Perfect video. When your eyes first landed on it, your brain was flooded with filthy scenarios and all the things you could do to him.

Harry knew very well what that particular shirt did to you and he wasted no time making your fantasies come true. He really enjoyed that he was capable of playing with your mind and your body just by wearing that shirt. What he didn’t really notice though, was that shirt brought out the dominant side of you. Of course Harry still had the upper hand but when his body was wrapped up in that pink silk, his dominant skills were down the hill.

“Y/N, why aren’t yeh ready yet? We are goin’ to be late”. Tonight you two had arranged to visit your parents, who came to the country to check up on their daughter who hadn’t seen in so long.

“Harry I am almost done”, you were already in your outfit. The only thing left was your shoes and you were ready to go.

“Ok love just makin’ sure”, Harry explained before entering your bedroom. In an instant, you froze. No. He wasn’t serious. He knew what that shirt did to you and still he decides to wear it for your parents’ get-together. You tried to pretend you were angry but the wetness between your thighs blurred your mind.

“Ha- Harry what are you wearing?”, you couldn’t contain it.

“Your favourite button down pet”, he said smirking. You knew the game he was playing. You see, all day Harry was needy for you but you, being consumed with work for your college, had no time fulfilling his wishes. And that way was the only one to get what he wanted. He was very cunning.

“Did you choose it because I had no time for my boy all day, huh? Is that so?”, you were moving dangerously close to him and he was wearing that winning smile that made you weak in the knees. But things were going to take a turn.

You attacked his lips before he had time to respond to your question. He glued your body to his and he started kissing you back. His lips moved to your jaw and after a second to your neck.

“Take it off Harry”, he kept kissing you like you had said nothing.

Take. It. Off.”, your demanding tone turned Harry on more and he instantly obliged. His shirt was on the floor and your dress was next. Kisses were shared upon the released skin; kisses that would soon turn into marks.

“Do we have time fo’ at least two rounds baby?”, Harry said between moans, trying to get the answer he was seeking for.

“We- we do. Now back to where we left off”, you said and soon the pleasure was the only thing you felt.

 15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.

“I just find it weird that you won’t come with Harry, that’s all”, Y/F/N explained and you rolled your eyes at her for what felt like the millionth time. You see, the boys had invited you and Harry to a small gathering at Liam’s house to celebrate his restored relationship with Cheryl. Things between them were a bit off and they decided to put all their effort into their relationship and their newborn. When you told Harry where you were invited to, he promised to come but after you because he had a prescheduled appointment with Jeff. You frowned at first but his sad expression that he would miss the start of his mate’s celebration showed you that he was genuinely sorry. You asked Y/F/N to accompany you to the gathering and she accepted even though she was unsure at first.

“Why are you so skeptical about it? You know Harry is extremely busy lately. I still appreciate his going tonight even though he will be tired. I don’t think I would do that”, you playfully said and Y/F/N acted as if being hurt.

“C’mon drama queen. Let’s go get ready for tonight”, you grabbed your friend’s arm and dragged her to your room to finally get dressed.

At Liam’s house.

“I am so glad you could make it Y/N. Same goes to you, Y/F/N.”, Liam greeted you both with a heartwarming hug.

“Are you serious Payne? We wouldn’t miss it for the world!”, you said earning a smile from Liam.

“Where is Cheryl though? We need to catch up with her as well!”, Y/F/N beamed and you started following her after Liam answered.

There weren’t a lot of people invited. This gesture showed that Liam and Cheryl wanted their close ones to know their decision and to thank them for being so good friends and relatives. You felt really happy with them and you wondered when Harry would arrive. A certain voice behind you caught your attention. And not in the best of ways.

“Ryan. How are you doing?”. You really didn’t expect him to be here but what could you say. Ryan had tried to make a move on you in the past but you were already with Harry and when you told him he just kept going. Only when Harry stopped him did he get the message. And you knew that if Harry saw him here, this night would not be so pleasant anymore.

“I am fine. Still trying to find my match you know”. For a moment you thought that he had moved on from you until the next words were spoken.

“But no one seems to be as good as you babe”.

“Ryan why don’t you understand that I am with Harry? Do you want to be beaten up again?”. You instantly regretted those words because Ryan pulled close to him and whispered in your ear.

“But now your Harry is not here right?”. Panic. That’s what you were feeling right now. Harry was still nowhere to be seen and you wondered what you could do on your own.

“Harry, I don’t know why but Cheryl invited Ryan as well. You need to come right now mate. He has your girl cornered and terror is written all across her face. Be quick”. Liam said through the phone. Thank God he knew the history between Ryan and Harry and he felt obliged to let him know he was here.

Just as he heard the words “Ryan” and “He has your girl cornered”, Harry was seeing red. Just the thought about another male, especially Ryan, touching you had him up immediately. You were his and no one else’s. If he had to beat him up again, nothing was stopping him.

Just when he entered the house, his eyes were trying to spot you and when they did, he lost it. There you were, trying to escape from Ryan’s tight grip but with no success. He hurriedly came up to you and Ryan backed away in an instant.

“Oh now yeh are backin’ away? Yeh didn’t understand last time right?”, you knew Harry was furious and you had to calm him down before he spoiled Liam’s and Cheryl’s celebration.

“Harry it’s ok. He won’t come near me again. Please let’s go and congratulate Liam and Cheryl”. Even though being in the same place as Ryan made you uneasy, you had just arrived. Besides, you had your friend here too and you couldn’t just vanish.

“Y/N, step away now! He needs to understand one and fo’ all”, you were panicking once again now and tried to search for Liam but he beat you at it. He was already coming towards you.

“Harry enough. He won’t get near Y/N again”. Liam warned and tried to reason with Harry. He wanted to kick Ryan’s ass but he stopped himself.

“If it weren’t fo’ all the people in here, yeh would be knocked out. Don’t yeh ever breathe near her again, got it?” Harry threatened and Ryan disappeared.

“Harry, let’s go get some drinks oka-“, but he cut you off.

“Y/N we are going home now.”, he said still a bit angry.

“But I don’t want to go just ye-“.

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not”. He said looking into your eyes. You should be angry at him that he didn’t let you enjoy Liam’s invitation but this dominance of him was a massive turn on for you. You could only imagine what would happen later that night.

“O-ok Harry.”, you said before brushing your hand accidentally from his hard-on. And you were correct. Harry was already hard for you and his smirk only reassured you that tonight would be good.

Here you go lovely! I decided to write both of the numbers you sent because why not? I really hope you like my answer. Let me know if you did like it! Happy reading!


etsyfindoftheday 3 | 9.1.16

theme thursday: cacti finds

screen-printed ladies’ cactus tee in bloom pink by doopsdesigns

LOVE the alternative color palette for this fun screen-printed cactus tee! doopsdesigns sells different varieties of these cacti-adorned items — other tees and tanks, plus accessories and home items as well.

M [M.A.D.E. Series] Part 1 - Big Bang

Originally posted by jeffersonhairpie

Summary: Part M; They were losers until you helped them out. Then they become a little more than friends.

Genre: Angst

Warning: Swearing, mentions of suicide

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!!! I’m so thankful for all of you. I’ll explain how this series is going to work out. So this is going to follow the MADE albums that came out in 2015, and i’m gonna post the parts out in order of the songs. So this one is Loser, and the next is Bae Bae. Anyways thank you so much for 300 I’m so thankfull!

~ Admin Brooklyn


Honestly meeting them wasn’t exactly the most well thought out situation in the world. It was actually the most unexpected. It was either fate or coincidence that made it all happen. The random coincidence that you had to fill in for a coworker, making you late. Or fate that had decided that you should live on the same apartment floor as him. He was the first out of the five that you met. It all kinda happened fast, and honestly a little uneventful compared to the others.

When you first met Kwon Ji Yong you were tired, a little grumpy and honestly you really just wanted to cuddle up in bed with a pillow and rewatch old dramas. Ji Yong seemed agitated and frustrated, but also tired and gloomy. He was annoyed by all the people that followed him to his apartment. He was annoyed with all his unanswered text and calls. Above all else, he was most annoyed at himself. She wasn’t answering him cause he was a jackass. He decided that it was best to ignore her while he had her. He couldn’t focus on her when she needed it. Now that Ji Yong needs attention from her, she’s gone. Her love for him washed away.

You first saw Kwon Ji Yong in the apartment complex’s elevator. He wore a white bomber jacket with dark designs and photos printed on the fabric. He contrasted it with a black graphic T-shirt tucked into jeans patterned by splotches of light and dark blues. To top it all off he wore a single silver chain. You gave it to him. The man knew how to dress well. Out of everything he had going on with his outfit - the “TRUTH+DARE” tattoo he had on his neck and the sunglasses that was still worn inside the building- your attention was drawn to his hair and the little tattoo on the left side of his face.

His hair was handsome. Nobody could deny that black had a handsome and old-fashioned look to it. Although the style of his hair was pretty modern. All the hair on his face was slicked back, the side of his head was buzzed. What drew your attention the most was the little tattoo of a noose hanging from his left sideburn. It was small, but noticeable against his pale skin. Although the little tattoo probably held a darker meaning behind it, you couldn’t help but find some liking towards it.

The small elevator ride was awkward. You were worn out, and although he was very attractive, you couldn’t find the energy to give a single fuck of what you looked like in front of him. You knew your hair was messy and wild, but not the sexy kind of wild or the cute kind of messy. It’s the kind of wild that you stay away from because you know that if you get near the beast, it’ll kill you just to satisfy its bloodlust. It was the kind of messy that shows that your life isn’t exactly together. You knew that your work uniform had food stains on them. Due to customers that were either clumsy or rude or the occasional time when your luck had vanished for a single moment and you slipped. Your makeup felt old and worn, and you were sure that your exhaustion translated on your face.

The ding of the elevator seemed to wake you up from your tired daze. You snapped back to reality, quickly realizing that he left you in the elevator alone. You rushed out of the elevator and down the hall. You smiled in relief as you got to your apartment door. Your bland beige apartment door turned into your own gateway into Narnia. A huge sigh of relief left your lips as you slipped off your shoes, your feet aching from being on your feet all day. You slipped off your coat and hung it up before setting your purse down on a nearby countertop. You dug out your phone, setting it out in the open in case you get any calls, which was unlikely cause all of your friends were going out. Sluggishly you made your way towards your shower. Quickly checking for a towel you slipped out of your clothes and into the hot shower.

After your shower you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, drying off than dressing in a loose fitting shirt and shorts. You made your way to your couch, collapsing on it and turning on the TV. You surfed the channels finding something to watch that was on, finally settling on a drama’s recent episode. Everything was calm and relaxing. The bright light of the TV shining on your face as you watched in the dark with a blanket over you. Your quiet peace was agitated as a faint crashing sound radiated into your apartment. You sat up alarmed, looking around your apartment, checking for anything that could’ve made that sound. When the sound happened again, this time with faint yelling.

You left the comfort of your couch and went towards the door. You opened it cautiously, looking down the hall. The plain hall had never seemed to fill you with this much anxiety as it did in this moment. The look of it was normal. Plain golden yellow walls, with light fixtures placed every ten feet, and the dark carpet that seemed to never stain. The sounds that echoed off the golden walls weren’t as normal. The sound of glass shattering, followed by the sound of a frustrated yell, and then lastly following it with a quiet sob that you almost missed.

You walked into the hall, not bothering to put on shoes. Your shirt moved loosely as you crept your way towards the noise. As you passed your neighbor’s door, you wondered how they don’t hear the noise. It was loud enough for you to hear. Your question was answered as moaning emitted from the door. You cringed as you moved forward, wanting un-hear it. As you moved towards the next door, the sound of sounds crashing got louder, as well as the yelling. You stopped at the door. The plain brown door had the black numbers C16 on it. Two rooms away from yours. The door was slightly ajar, but you knocked just in case.

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Prompt: Eyes

The rattle of the plexiglass made you jump. You’d been up for a while and were eating the rations they gave you the previous night when a giant finger rapped against the see through barrier.
“Morning y/n” came a gruff voice from behind you. You knew it well, it belonged to one of the shopkeepers. He was the friendliest out of the three giants who worked in the building. You gulped down the food and stood up.
“M-morning, sir” you stuttered. You had been here for two months but still hadn’t got used to the giants who ran the shop
“Ready for today?” Asked the giant as he lifted the top off your tank.
“I- I guess” You mumbled as you watched him take off the lid off your container. He made it look like it was nothing. Their strength was something you could never come to grips with. It made you scared that these beings could literally have your life in their hands.
The gruff giant laid his hand down next you. You appreciated that he did that. The other two would just grab you but this one was a little more patient and gentle. You stepped onto his hand and held on to his thumb as he started to walk to the next room.

He put you down on the counter which you had stepped on many times during your time here. There was a tiny chair which you were allowed to sit on but they insisted you stood when a customer came in. You weren’t going to argue with them, being surrounded by giants who could crush you made you one comply to their request. You sat down and sighed. You didn’t have much hope of being adopted. The giants said that the right person come soon. They said that you’d see it in their eyes and you’d know they’d be the one to adopt you. So far everyone you looked at didn’t give you that certainty.
The giant flipped the sign on the door to indicate they were open.
Your thoughts turned to your friend as you waited. They got adopted by a black haired giant who had a deep voice and a friendly smile. He wanted to adopt you too and while you smiled and liked his friendliness, when he looked at you with his soft, brown eyes, it didn’t feel right. Your friend said goodbye and went happily to their new home.
The bell ringing at the door snapped you back to reality. A female giant enquired at the counter and the giant pointed to the counter you were sitting on. You stood up and the process began.

Seven female and four male giants later, you were still on the counter with your heart getting heavier every time you shook your head. You apologised to every giant who came to you. Most were polite and wished you luck, a couple huffed and grumbled under their breath but left without saying any more.
The gruff giant looked at the time. There were twenty minute left before the shop shut. He shook his head.
“Sorry y/n, looks like today’s not your day”
Your let your head drop as you sat back down.
“It’s ok” you said, staring at the wooden floor underneath you. You felt tears forming. You had been the longest tiny they ever had stay in their shop. It was a title you didn’t want. You let a quiet sob, you were becoming sure you were just unadoptable. The doorbell tinkled once more and you quickly wiped the tears away and stood up, sniffing a little as you straightened your t-shirt.
“Good evenin’” said the giant who came to the till. “I wanna see if any of the tinies ya have here wanna come home with me.”
The gruff giant chuckled and gestured to you.
“Let’s see, eh?”
You saw a green fringe poking out of the giant’s beanie hat. He had a neat beard lining his mouth and he smiled widely at the shopkeeper.
“I hope so, I’ve been to a few shops now and none are right” sighed the green haired giant. He stepped towards you and you took a deep breath.

You didn’t immediately look up to his face, instead you took in his clothing. He wore black skinny jeans, bright blue and green trainers, a red hoodie that was open to reveal a bright patterned t-shirt. Then you watched as he crouched down. You stepped back in shock. Not one giant had done that. They all towered over you and you had to crane your neck to look at them. You looked at the counter before his face was level to the edge, not wanting the disappointment of not being adopted again.
“Hello” said the giant in a soft voice. There was a twang to his tone which you weren’t familiar with. “I’m Jack”
There was silence. You still didn’t look at him.
“Bare with them a little” said the shopkeeper “they’ve been here a while”
Jack nodded and waited.
You wished Jack would just go, he wouldn’t be the one either, you weren’t even going to try.
“What’s yer name?” Asked Jack
“Y/n” you mumbled, still keeping your head down.
“Been here fer a while, huh?”
You nodded
“Y'know, I’ve been to every tiny shop in this city. I haven’t found the tiny who wanted to adopt me”
That sentence made you look up, that’s when you saw his eyes.

They were the brightest blue you had ever seen and they seem to pierce your very soul. As a tiny you had the ability to see the true person when you looked into their eyes. Jack’s sparkled with kindness and a wisdom that was extraordinary for his age. You heart lightened. This giant was the one who would be getting you out of here.
“You want to be adopted?” You asked
“Yeah” said Jack “I think adoption works both ways, y'know?”
You said nothing, still awed by his words.
“Y/n?” Said the shopkeeper “what do think?”
You looked back into Jack’s eyes, seeing the sparkle in the blue orbs.
“I wanna go home with him” you whispered. “I see it in his eyes. He’s the giant I’ve been waiting for”
The shopkeeper clapped his hands with joy.
“Ah, I’m so happy for you y/n!”
Jack couldn’t help himself, he scooped you up quickly but gently and held you in his chest.
“Thank you y/n” he said “I promise you’ll never regret it”
You chuckled and let your head rest on his chest.
“Thank you for finding me, Jack”

The China Platter

A/N: PROMPTED BY THIS WONDERFUL ANON - http://phanlight.tumblr.com/post/87229055476/i-know-your-prompts-are-closed-for-a-reason-but-please

((i’d advise you to avoid reading the post as it’ll kinda spoil the fic))


Summary: A dinner date turns into something quite unexpected


“Nice to meet you, Dan.” Phil’s mum studies the younger boy through the rim of her glasses as he abandons the stove to greet her with a polite hug.
“You too Mrs. Lester. Shall I get you a-…” He indicates to the wine rack.
“No, no, you’d better get back to your cooking.” She shakes her head, a fond grin forming on her lips as her grey-coloured eyes trail over his smooth, even features. He’s tall, she estimates around 6 ft 2, and his chestnut-coloured hair falls over his dark eyes in a fringed haircut. His patterned t shirt compliments the best of his slim figure, accompanied by his dark black jeans clinging onto his legs, displaying his shape attractively.
Throughout the meal, she can’t help but notice how handsome Dan is. In fact, she’d had been suspicious of her own son’s sexuality, but being a good mother, she felt that he would let her know if/when the time was right.
But seeing them living, plus working together, couldn’t help but fuel her growing curiosity.

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AMNIBUS Announces Persona 5 Merchandise for T-Shirt, Canvas Art, Key Holders

1.) Phantom T-Shirt:

A t-shirt designed featuring a pattern of stars and the Phantom Thief Group logo. With a monotone design, it is perfect for everyday use.

Product Details:

Price: 3,800 yen + tax
Men’s: XS / S / M / L / XL / XXL
Women’s: S / M / L / XL / XXL
Material: 100% Cotton
Release Date: Mid August 2017

2.) Thief Group Canvas Art

Canvas art, featuring the familiar Phantom Thief Group’s mark.

Product Details:

Price: 5,000 yen + tax
Size: F3 (273 mm x 220 mm)
Material: Wood, Synthetic fiber
Release Date: Mid August 2017

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Acrylic key holders designed with the All Out Attack art from Persona 5, presented in an emblem style.

Product Details:

Price: Single Item: 650 yen + tax, Box: 5,850 yen + tax
Size: Approximately 7 cm x 4 cm (excluding key holder fittings)
Material: Acrylic
Release Date: Mid August 2017.

anonymous asked:

for the ot3 ships: consider bokurohina

this,,,ship is very slowly destroying me oh wow

  • Hinata visits Tokyo regularly to meet up with Kenma, meaning Kuroo was often there accompanying them, meaning Bokuto was there as well on most trips, its already canon that Hinata and Bokuto get along really well from the Tokyo training camp arc so imagine Bo and Hinata talking really excitedly about something - lets go with a new sweet store bc why not - and sometimes Kuroo would make an offhand comment to Kenma and Hinata would pause his conversation with Bo just to reply to Kuroo’s comment before Kenma can and its oddly witty but because of how Hinata’s personality is it comes off as very excited but Kuroo already heard that little comment and starts up a conversation with Hinata where they’re just retorting to one another. Hinata’s gotten better at this while hanging around Kenma loads and it sparks this interest in Kuroo.

    At some point, Bokuto carries Hinata and sends Kuroo this look that practically says ‘GET YOUR OWN CROW’ that has Kuroo and Hinata laughing. The day went with Bo and Kuroo trying to keep Hinata’s attention on them until they reached this old sweet shop Hinata knew of and actually found it in the mall all of them were in, Bo and Kuroo both had awestruck and surprised expressions when they saw how Hinata lights up when taking their orders and talking with everyone in the store. Cute.

    The two of them leave the store with a newfound developing crush on Hinata.
  • Post getting together: Hinata is really really good at cooking, he’ll hum and dance while moving around the kitchen and preparing lunch for himself, Bokuto prefers to bake than cook and Kuroo can make ramen. That is it. They have a schedule of who lunch or dinner on what day and whenever its Hinata’s turn, Bo and Kuroo will try their best to just be near or in the kitchen just to hear their sunshine hum, sometimes even sing. The thing is, when Hinata cooks, he’s so quiet that its strange. Kuroo loves it, seeing this smol energetic and loud bean being quiet and concentrating on something makes Kuroo feel so happy??? like look at my boyfriend, look at him cooking like a pro, ignoring the faces Bo is making - bO. Kuroo is the official taste tester between the three, Bo gets pouty whenever Kuroo gets to try Hinata’s food but then Hinata kisses Bo on the cheek or lips and stays bright red while finishing the food - Kuroo gets no kisses bc he got to try food instead (and no he is not huffy about that at all. Nope). Sometimes Kuroo will sit on a counter and hum to the song with Hinata before standing up and hugging Hinata from behind and resting his chin on Hinata’s head. Bo would come along and kiss the back of Kuroo’s neck and Hinata’s cheek before nuzzling one of them.
  • Hinata and Bo get so hyped up and they’ll literally be yelling excitedly about volleyball or a tv show and Kuroo just gives them this fond look because Hinata would nod to whatever Bo was saying and Bo would be pointing everyrwhere and laughing and Kuroo is just there with his heart being squeezed bc bo i was not ready to see you two so happy oh my gOD. When they see Kuroo the two share this devious look (or as devious of a look hinata and bo can make) and the skip to Kuroo while singing this random song. The two end up serenading Kuroo who is a blushing mess and covering his face with his hands to hide it but then gets poked in the side by Hinata (he’s a jab master, Suga’s teachings have shown to be v effective) that has Kuroo squealing in surprise. That day, Kuroo could never be safe bc his boyfriends found out how ticklish he gets IMMEDIATE TICKLE WAR ON KUROO WITH BO RUNNING AFTER KUROO AND HINATA BLOCKING ALL PASSAGEWAYS AND TICKLING KUROO WHENEVER HE CAN, THEY ALL END UP IN A PILE OF LIMBS WITH KUROO WHEEZING BC OF HOW HARD HE LAUGHED> Lemme tell you something my friend, Kuroo looks goddamn cute when he’s laughing so hard his cheeks hurt and his face is flushed and his eyes are light and amused and so happy, Bo and Hinata end up just smooching his cheeks and peppering his face with kisses.

    Until Kuroo retaliates and tickles Bo and Hinata.
  • Kuroo really likes vintage things, he loves to talk about things he bought that make him really happy because they’re very aesthetically pleasing to look at (bo interrupts with a ‘you’re very aesthetically pleasing to look at, kuroo’ and hinata with a ‘the type that we love!!’). Hinata and Bo saved up and bought Kuroo a present for his birthday, a polaroid camera, one of those authentic ones that they found at an antique store, Kuroo was so surprised and happy that the first thing he took a photo of was his boyfriends waiting for his reaction - bo playing with his fingers and biting his lips while hinata has this side pout and puppy (crow?) eyes. The two have a whole wall full of polaroids Kuroo has taken - of friends, objects, random things from dates etc - and Bo organised (he wants to be an interior designer/architect - idk which of those to go with >.<). Hinata got Natsu to help them decorate the wall besides the pictures and she suggested that Hinata does wall art. So he does. The wall is one of the most inspiring things in their shared apartment, Bo works next to it on uni projects when designing something for his course and Kuroo sits next to it bc it makes him happy. There is another wall full of polaroids of the three of them, being affectionate, sleeping, having silly expressions. That one is in their bedroom bc its so special to them.

    For Bo’s birthday, Kuroo and Hinata planned to take him to an aviary and already had a cake waiting to be picked up near the place, when Bo arrives he’s silent while he sees exactly where he is, then he turns around to face his boyfriends, eyes shining with excitement and tackles them both to the ground and kisses them everywhere with excited babbles an thank yous and i love yous and Hinata and Kuroo’s hearts nearly explode when they witnessed Bo’s reaction to seeing the owls.

    There is a section of the aviary where you can name your own owl and visit it regularly, Hinata’s mum’s friend works there and so Bo, Kuroo and Hinata actually adopted an owl. Bo actually cried tears of joy. Intense cuddle pile at home with a movie playing and lunch and cakes being eaten before they’re long forgotten.
  • The three of them swap clothes all the time it stresses Akaashi and Kenma out. Sometimes Kuroo takes Hinata and Bo out just to see what they’d look like wearing clothes Kuroo normally would wear - worst/best decision of Kuroo’s life because holy pie does Hinata look gorgeous in black skinny jeans. Bo is attractive in anything and Kuroo and Hinata just suffer on the side. Bokuto picks clothing that are hella comfy and what you’d wear to classes and very much ‘relaxed’ clothes - sweatpants, those t-shirts are are long af, either length wise or sleeve wise, hoodies all the sorts. Hinata buys clothes summery clothes, shorts, crop tops the whole lot bc screw gender roles and ideas. Kenma sees Hinata wearing one of Kuroo’s t-shirts with owl patterned boxers and is just e.e shouyou please stay a crow.

    KUROO AND BOKUTO LOVE THEIR SMALL CROW AND WHILE SHOPPING HE DOES ALL THOSE CROW NOISES AND KUROO IS JUST 0.0 what the heck was that??? bo: our boyfriend, hinata, thank you or noticing

I messed this up badly aaaah >.< I hope you like them and thank you for sending in this ship, nonny!! they’re p r e c i o u s P>LSDOAKGJ

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